Well dressed but walking in the wrong direction Louisiana, my disordered road always led straight back into you Ha-ha-ha goes the train I wanted to leave but here I am again Louisiana, I don't remember, I don't remember ever shaking hands with you know who When I was alive I, lived despite the law, now the law has buried me many, many times Its built a freeway all around my bed I saw it once open its great mouth wide But it was so full of afflicted houses and buildings, I can't remember what it was saying Well dressed well, some of us are that is, the ones who know how that is Some of us are that is, the ones who know how that is, that is, that is, that is I read about you and came home to find my mother staring deep into the dark, dark web She started begging me not to give my social security number to anybody else There goes the sound of the freeway Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha goes the train Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha goes the train Well dressed but walking home, walking home I don't wanna go back, go back do, do, do, do, do, do do, do, do, do, do do, do, do, do, do...